Charlotte Pasing Whore ❤️

About Munich

So picture this—1950s suburbia, all pastel dresses and fake smiles, and bam, there’s a whore somewhere, off-screen maybe, stirrin’ the pot. Not literal, but you get me. I’m ranting here, but it’s like, “I’m not equipped to deal with this!”—that’s what Dennis Quaid says in the movie, right? And I’m screamin’ at the TV, “Buddy, you think YOU’RE unequipped? Try bein’ the whore in that town!” Hah! They’d stone her faster than you can say “adulteress.” Makes me mad, y’know? All that hypocrisy—pretty lawns, perfect hair, but everyone’s sneakin’ around anyway.

Black Sails

The truth of the matter is that the nature of prostitution flavours the sexual act as far too distasteful and too sleazy and too bound up with degradation to allow any kind of wholesale.

I be sniffin' local brews on Haus der Kultur. They ain’t perfect, but they hit deep. Like the movie always hinted: "The land holds a quiet promise." There's truth in that, man.

Architecture Drawing Prize 2022 awarded to rich visualisation that challenges stereotypes